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Oct 15, 2006 11:41

Well Joe and I made up from our little fight. I came home last night to roses and toblerone. Soooo yah. The make-up session was quite good. :)

I've got terrible writer's block, which sucks because my short story idea - the truth of it - is due monday by noon. Time is running out. I just need to write the truth down because we are going to take something from our past and fictionalize it, but we can't use anything major. No health crisis, no death, not the most important day of your life. It's difficult to pinpoint something. We can't write about children. I look back on my memories and they are quite juvenile. I've only been an adult for two years here, although I've had many experiences that would definitely qualify me as being an adult long before I was 18. Those experiences though, are too extreme or important to write about since we aren't supposed to pick those. Ugh. The story only has to be 8-12 pages, so it has to be something more than just a little memory. I need to be able to stretch it. Hmmmm. I wish I didn't have to work today so I could focus on this. I won't get home until a little after ten tonight and tomorrow I work 9-2pm so I HAVE to submit the assignment online tonight otherwise I'll miss the deadline.

Enough of this rambling.

writing, joe

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